The pervasive, mellow smell of sausage being cooked is like a warm blanket, but also sadness-inducing for at the time of consumption I will be work-bound.
I've been writing lots lately and posting less because I got a tumblr. I miss lots of the LJ functions of tumblr, but man oh man have my fandoms been going nuts.
I started writing Avengers/Thor stuff, specifically about Darcy Lewis. I LOVE her. I don't know what drew me to her so much in the film, and she wasn't even in the Avengers, but I really like her. They'd better get off of the fence about having her in the second film because she was awesome, and really adds some spark to what would otherwise be pretty flat.
Anyway, I've spent the past week going through all of the avengerkink
prompts with Darcy. I promise you, I went through EVERY. SINGLE. PROMPT. (ctrl+f is our friend) and have tabs open for all of the ones that have yet to be filled/I want to fill. There are about forty... And since my writing tends to the prolific side, I'll probably be sticking with it for a while. Of course, I don't publicly commit to them just in case I can't swing it, but I've filled four prompts in the last week, one 10+ pages, so I'm going to see how it works out.
Just call me the FillFairy :D